This time, Baili An was completely stunned.
Her breath was light, fragrant like orchids.
This action was indeed going too far.
Baili An's face immediately flushed red. He avoided her fingers somewhat frantically and leaned back a little.
Wen Hanwei rarely interacted with people, and in the past few hundred years, Baili An was the only friend she had made.
Thus, regarding the matters of gender propriety in the mortal world, she had always been incredibly oblivious.
But seeing Baili An in this state, even she realized that the gesture was overly intimate, and a quick blush appeared on her fair cheeks.
A bit of herbal residue still clung to her long, pale fingers, and she haphazardly smeared it on Baili An's wound before fleeing the room.
Su Jing's expression grew more displeased, furrowing her brow as she climbed onto the bed.
